Category: Fiction

Antibody

“Disconnecting from my warring fingers, I hang in a space that belongs to neither fingers nor eyes.”

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Lower East Side

“In line with his nature, he broke up with me too politely.”

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Nadia

“The carefully applied lipstick drew the shape of lips over where they were supposed to be, where there was now nothing more than scarred skin.”

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Dregs

“But with Mrs. Ashbury, Gregg was different. He showed her a care that she never seemed to reciprocate, even when she paid him.”

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Silent Dawn

“The early afternoon lured more cars on the road. The drive to home because slower and slower. The air was dewy with heat and silence, and they all say boiling in the hot, stinking sun.”

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No Angel Knows

“At the top of the platform I turned left. The flat surface of the hemispheric bubble sprawled below. In my memory, the red chairs looked like rock candy.”

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Stars That Are Fish

“Starfish, whose name marry the sky and the sea – the opposite ends of the world, also have in them a
bit of both: the practical will to live of fish, as well as the saintly detachment of stars.”

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Eugene

“I don’t think he would have been a loving father. He didn’t have it in him. I think he would have been too scared.”

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Silence

“Stillness had never seemed so distant from serenity.”

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How to Talk to Your Friend about Jordan Peterson (and Social Justice)

The challenges of friendship with a fan of Jordan Peterson.

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Windowpanes

“Did the pulsating breadth of her todays and tomorrows eclipse her yesterdays?”

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Ginger

Neuroses can only get you so far.

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